Yet Another Facebook Revelation
December 18, 2011 | trips down amnesia lane
So there I was, innocently and wastefully playing Words with Friends, when I checked backed into FB and noticed a ‘friend suggestion’ who I recognized as a boy I knew from middle school…
and Wednesday nights at the roller rink.
He did attend my school and was a grade ahead of me. My good friend and neighbor, also a grade ahead of me, had a crush on the boy, so we’d be giddy on the busride home Wednesday afternoons fantasizing about this boy (and the many other awesomely 80s-tastic boys on 8 wheels).
After lacing up our rental skates and tying on my rainbow pom-poms, we’d head out for some laps and check who showed up. Halfway through the night, the DJ (seriously) would announce some special skate where the boys would be on one side, girls on the others, and you could skate out and ask another person to skate, hand in hand.
That. Is what it was all about.
My friend and her crush often skated hand in hand. Mostly, I stood and waited and…then shuffled to the edge and grabbed a surprisingly delicious hot pretzel and melty cheese from the snack bar.
Or, just as often, I’d skate to the bathroom and put that big ass comb from my back pocket to work on my feathered locks.
Fastforward to now, when my friend’s crush, the boy, popped up on FB, and I clicked over to his profile.
He’s married with children. Not surprising.
He lives in the south. Somewhat surprising.
He and his children are a religious country singing group. um, what?
He owns a salvage company. For UFOs.